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Subject: {ASSM} The Spy by Laura Lynn Davis, M/F, F/F Rape, Torture, Execution
Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 00:10:05 -0500
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The Spy by Laura Lynn Davis, M/F, F/F Rape, Torture, Execution
Copyright 2002



	I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar in the late summer of 2003.  In 
my case, the cookie jar was a locked safe at the military headquarts in 
Talifia.  I was taken to the basement, stripped, and thrown into a cell.  I 
sat in the corner, my arms wrapped around my drawn-up legs, chin resting on 
my knees.  I knew I wouldn't have long to wait.

	Less than an hour later two burly guards came in and beat on me for about 
ten minutes.  They took turns with me.  One would hold my wrists over my 
head while the other used me for a punching bag.  Then they'd switch.  I 
took it because, despite what you read in spy novels, or see in the movies, 
there's no way a naked, 120 pound woman can defend herself against two 
well-trained men, each of whom outweigh her by at least one-hundred pounds.

	Finally, as I hung limp, nearly unconscious, the beating stopped.  One 
guard fondled my breasts while the other forced his middle finger into my 
vagina.  "The bitch is tight.  She'll be good fucking."

	The other chuckled.  "Yeah, and she's damn good-looking, too.  Nice ass on 
her.  That's what I want, her ass."

	They tossed me back in the corner and left.  My nose had been broken, at 
least two ribs were cracked, and I had any number of bruises and scrapes.  I 
felt sick to my stomach from repeated blows to my abdomen and I knew I'd be 
peeing blood for a couple of days from some very well aimed punches to my 
lower back.  I could actually feel my kidneys and it wasn't a good feeling.

	Two different guards came in a few hours later and repeated the beating 
with additional flouishes.  While I was on my knees, protecting my breasts 
and belly with my arms, one of them kicked me between my legs.  I collapsed, 
screaming, and they laughed as they walked out.

	Hours later, I was dragged out of my cell and taken to the guard's lounge 
where I was raped and sodomized.  I endured, knowing that every minute that 
passed before they broke me would give my partner another minute to escape.  
They pulled my upper and lower front teeth with a pair of pliers so they 
could use my mouth without danger of being bitten.  I screamed in agony as 
my teeth were pulled one by one.  After several hours I was forced to crawl 
back to my cell.

	The next morning I was taken to an interrogation room and strapped down 
onto a metal table.  Alligator clips were affixed to my nipples, labia, 
clit, and tongue.  Probes were inserted into my anus and vagina.  I was 
strapped down so tight that I couldn't move a muscle.  The woman who was 
going to interrogate me stood next to me, her hand resting on my belly.  
"Save yourself, Laura.  Talk to me."

	I stared at the ceiling, not even acknowledging her presence.  She snapped 
her fingers and the guard at the console flipped a switch.  I screamed as 
the pain coursed through my body.  It was the worst pain I'd ever felt!  I 
continued to scream as they turned the power up.  I lost control of my 
bladder and the stench of urine sickened me.

	She broke me quickly.   In twenty minutes, I was sobbing and begging her to 
stop hurting me.  She smiled and triumph and ordered the guards to clean me 
up and bring me to her office.  She stopped at the door and said, "Keep the 
bitch naked.  No sense in wasting clothes on cowardly whore like her."

	They delivered me to her office within fifteen minutes.  I stood just 
inside the door, trembling, while she finished reading something on her 
computer screen.  She looked up finally and snapped, "Down on your belly, 
pig.  Crawl to me.  Or would you rather have another session with Sparky?"

	I got down on my belly and crawled across her office.  When I reached her 
she ordered me to clean her boots with my tongue.  I obeyed without 
hesitation.  I didn't want to visit Sparky again.  I'd been broken and I 
knew my life was effectively over.

	After a few minutes she ordered me to my knees and began to question me.  I 
answered every question fully and truthfully.  An hour later I was screaming 
my guts out as the juice was cranked up on Sparky.  Another trip to her 
office resulted in her hearing the same answers again.  She was finally 
satisfied and had me returned to my cell.

	Later that night she came to my cell and fondled me while she told me I'd 
been found guilty of spying and would be executed in the morning.  "It's too 
bad because you're a pretty bitch.  What a waste."

	"How are you going to kill me?"  I tried, without sucess, to keep my voice 
from betraying my fear.

	"You'll hang.  A public hanging, televised for all the world to see."  She 
cupped my tits and squeezed them.  "A barbed wire noose.  And, of course, 
you'll hang naked."

	When I started to cry she slapped me and told me that I was a cowardly 
whore. "I'm going to enjoy watching you hang.  And I'm personally going to 
remove your head and place it on a stake in the square."

	I stared at her in horror as she described my fate.  I screamed my guts out 
as she removed my clit, to keep as a souvenir.
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XI News - August 30, 2003

	Convicted spy Laura Davis was executed this morning in Talifia.  She had to 
be carried up the steps of the gallows by the guards.  The once-attractive 
young woman showed signs of recent beatings.  She struggled to no avail as 
the guards carried her up the steps.  Once on the platform, she begged for 
her life proving that she was a cowardly bitch.

	She was clearly insane, driven mad by her ordeal.  Her wrists and ankles 
were bound with barbed wire.  Once tied, she seemed to realize that death 
was inevitable and ceased struggling.  She cried as they pulled her elbows 
together and secured them with another length of barbed wire.  Barbed wire 
was used to send a message - spy on us and you'll pay in pain.

	The noose was also barbed wire, wrapped tightly around her slender neck.  
When the signal was given, guards hauled on the rope attached to the barbed 
wire and lifted the condemmed woman off her feet.  They secured the rope as 
soon as her feet cleared the plaform.  She hung there, bleeding, her body 
twisting and jerking.  She died within five minutes, losing control of her 
bladder and bowels at the end.  Her quick death disapointed the crowd who'd 
hoped to watch her suffer for a much longer period of time.  She died 
without dignity, a fitting death for a cowardly whore.

	Her body was left hanging until nightfall.  Then it was taken down and her 
head was removed and placed on a stake in the center of the square, a 
reminder of the penalty for spying.  Her body was dumpe in an unmarked 
grave.

The End

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